The young man laughed for a while, and when he saw the people around him looking at him with unkind expressions, he sneered and retreated into a small alley.

But what he didn't notice was that a shadow had quietly followed him.

At the same time, in the yard of Oliver Company, Jasmine had already run to the room at the end of the yard crying.

She threw herself on the bedside of an old man and cried bitterly:

"Dad! The company really can no longer sustain itself! Although the creditors did not use drastic measures, they blocked our door every day. The crew members were also panicked and unwilling to sail again for fear of encountering a shipwreck. Even the banks

They are not willing to give us any more loans! If we don’t pay back the money next week, we...we really..."

The decoration of this room is somewhat special.

It can be seen from the complex patterns on the ceiling that it was expensive to build.

But now, most of the furniture in the room has been vacated, leaving only a bed and a few chairs.

Jasmine's heartbreaking cries echoed in the room, successfully waking up the old man on the bed.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty and placed it on Jasmine's head to express comfort.

However, feeling the touch from the top of her head, Jasmine cried even louder.

Her father, Mr. Oliver, became terminally ill two years ago.

It is a disease that cannot be explained by current human knowledge.

From the day he fell ill, Mr. Oliver's body began to become stiffer and stiffer.

As of now, Mr. Oliver's legs are as hard as stone, and many parts of his upper body and even his organs have also hardened to varying degrees.

This caused Mr. Oliver great distress.

But because he couldn't find the cause, he could only watch himself being swallowed by death day by day.

"Jasmine—"

A thin voice came from the old man's mouth.

Hearing this, Jasmine forced herself to hold back her cries, and put her head in front of the old man with tears in her eyes, so that she could hear Mr. Oliver's words clearly.

"You have to run away...from Jersey, or else you will..."

Mr. Oliver spoke intermittently.

One of his eyes and most of his face had hardened and turned into a lifeless blue-grey. The only remaining eye shone with a sad light, and turbid tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, Jasmine also understood that her emotions had affected the old man.

She quickly wiped away her tears, forced out a smile and said:

"Dad, I won't abandon you. Don't worry, the company's situation is actually not that bad. Even if it comes to a last resort, I can sell my assets to pay off part of the debt. As for the rest, I can slowly pay off

.I am still young, I can definitely..."

"No, Jasmine, you don't understand."

The old man grabbed Jasmine's hand and said, "This island has no place for us. As long as we are still on the island, bad luck will always haunt us. I am finished, but you are different. Go to London.

, go to your uncle, where you can continue to live.

Go! Go now! Immediately! Immediately!"

Jasmine originally wanted to say something, but it could be seen that the old man was getting more and more out of control, so she could only slowly exit the room while wiping her tears.

"Crunch——"

As the door was closed again, Mr. Oliver finally regained his composure.

He breathed hard and stared at the patterns on the ceiling.

The decoration depicts the story of Michael fighting the dragon, winning in the end, and rescuing the woman and child.

This is his favorite story.

It was also inspired by this story that Mr. Oliver gained faith, began to do good deeds, and tried his best to help others.

However, a whole life has passed.

What did he get?

Now he is in trouble.

Who will come to save him?

There is no answer to all this, and the old man doesn't want to find any answer. He just feels sad.

The sun gradually went down, and the old man's consciousness gradually became blurred.

And in the haze, he suddenly felt as if someone was turning his body.

The old man struggled to open his eyes and saw a person shrouded in darkness staring at him.

That look was calm and profound, without any emotion at all.

Looking into those eyes was like looking directly into the abyss.

The old man opened his mouth wide and suddenly became excited.

An unnatural blush appeared on his face, his weak arms were grabbing in the air, and he murmured:

"God, are you coming to take me away? Please...please protect my daughter! I have believed in you all my life. I have listened to your stories since I was a child and act in accordance with your creed..."

The old man seemed to have come back to his senses and began to talk endlessly about his life.

And John just stood in front of his bed, watching quietly.

After his inspection, it was confirmed that Mr. Oliver had been secretly dosed with a petrifying agent.

This potion can petrify people, and the effect is similar to [Petrify All] or the indirect gaze of a basilisk.

The person who poisoned Mr. Oliver was very cruel.

The other party did not choose to inject a sufficient amount of potion at once to make Mr. Oliver petrify to death, but only gave a small dose.

This will cause Mr. Oliver to slowly petrify bit by bit over a long period of time and die in pain.

And after it was confirmed that Mr. Oliver's terminal illness was caused by petrochemicals, everything became clear.

The misfortune that befell Mr. Oliver was indeed a punishment.

But this punishment does not come from 'god', but from the dark wizard or the mysterious guest.

If Mr. Oliver had not held on to the priest, if Mr. Oliver had not thought of revenge for John, Michelle and the nun, then his fleet would not have suffered frequent shipwrecks, and he himself would not have been poisoned.

"call--"

John took a deep breath.

The originally indifferent eyes were also stained with a hint of sadness.

He just waited quietly until the old man finished reviewing his life, then he spoke softly:

"Sir, where is the St. Brelade's Chamber that you discovered?"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Oliver was stunned for a moment.

He stared at John with his only remaining eye, his mouth kept opening and closing, and it took him a while to spit out a few syllables:

"Saint Brelade...the East...the thistles bloom..."

John nodded slightly, took out a bottle of mandrake recovery potion that he had secretly hidden from Snape from his deformed lizard skin wallet, and poured it directly into the old man's mouth.

As soon as the potion entered his throat, the petrified state on the old man's body began to be lifted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, John stood up and placed a black suitcase next to the old man's bed.

This is just an ordinary box.

But what's inside the box is the gold bars he ordered Dobby to steal from London.

I believe that with this box of gold, Mr. Oliver's debts can all be paid off, and there will still be a lot left.

"Leave, Mr. Oliver, take your daughter and leave Jersey." John said softly, "As you said, this place is no longer suitable for you to live."

After saying that, John walked out of the room without looking back.
Chapter completed!